3.41 – Celebration
Seeing how none of them had much belongings to speak of, the process didn’t take long. Natalie found herself oddly giddy as she moved everything over, and her belongings started to mingle with Jordan’s.
Moving in with her best friend. Their own room, together. How couldn’t she be excited?Reêad latest novels at noov/e/l/bin(.)com
They split the closet in two, and the dresser as well. Fortunately, it was more than enough space, even if the room was designed for one. They’d each come with a single suitcase and backpack to Tenet, and though they’d gathered other belongings as time passed, like uniforms, it still wasn’t enough to cram the room full, or anywhere close.
Getting the essentials put away, Jordan plopped down onto the bed.
“So,” she said casually, and Natalie looked over from the closet to see a raised eyebrow. “This feels like something worth celebrating, don’t you think? Any ideas?”
Natalie had learned what that too-casual tone meant, at least when combined with the quirk to her lips that Jordan seemed to be fighting away. Natalie rolled her eyes, then turned to face Jordan.
“Really, Jay? Already?”
“Oh?” Jordan asked, tilting her head. “What do you mean, ‘already’?”
“It hasn’t been an hour, and you’re already trying to get in my pants?”
Jordan plastered a look of mock surprise onto her face. She put a hand to her chest, seeming outraged. “I suggested we celebrate somehow. That was it.” She stood and walked over to Natalie, keeping the same offended expression. Her hands settled onto Natalie’s hips, and Jordan’s body was suddenly compromisingly close to hers. Green eyes looked up at her, and the amusement sparkling in them belied the fake outrage. “I said nothing about you doing wicked, deplorable things to me. What, is ravaging me your idea of ‘celebrating’? That’s what you assumed?”
Natalie, obviously not one to be outdone, put her own hands on Jordan’s waist, then slid them down. She cupped Jordan’s ass and tugged the other girl in closer, pressing their bodies together.
“I don’t know,” Natalie said, leaning forward and murmuring into her ear. “Is it your idea of celebrating? Because I could be convinced.”
Jordan shivered, maybe not having expected Natalie to go on the offensive so quickly. “Well,” she said. “I suppose it’s one way to commemorate the event.” Her hand quested down to Natalie’s stiffening member, and she rubbed up and down inside her skirt. “Having a pent-up roommate sounds like it’d cause all sorts of problems, anyway.”
“I’m the pent up one?” Natalie asked. “I was just trying to unpack. It’s barely been half an hour.”
“What do you mean? You know what happened.”
“Nothing more?”
Natalie bit her lip. For just about everything, she gave Jordan total honesty. And she could do that here, too, but not full disclosure. Liz had specifically asked that Natalie didn’t tell everyone else about how things had escalated.
“What happened between me and her is between us,” Natalie settled on. Then, conciliatory, she added, “Liz asked for it to be that way.”
“Oh? So something more did happen?”
Natalie gave her an unimpressed look, and Jordan laughed.
“Okay, fair,” Jordan said. “Still, I’m curious now. Do you have another ‘energy gathering’ partner yet?”
“I doubt that,” Natalie said. At least, not a consistent one.
“Shame.”
Jordan grabbed Natalie’s hips, then tugged her sideways, putting Natalie on her back and swapping their positions, so that Jordan was the one straddling Natalie, now. Obviously, that was rather more compromising for her than it had been Jordan, since now she had Jordan’s ass pressing firmly into her cock.
Lifting her hips up, Jordan scooped up Natalie’s skirt and tucked it to Natalie’s stomach, revealing her panties. She scooted down onto Natalie’s thighs and admired the straining garment as Natalie’s cock, like usual, struggled to escape the tight, flimsy clothing.
“There’s really something about it,” Jordan said. “Seeing your cock crammed into panties. Why is it so hot?” She poked the tip, and it twitched in response, which Jordan sent a smirk her way for. It wasn’t like Natalie could help the reaction.
Jordan’s hands went to her pants button, apparently wanting her own lower garment out of the way, and in short order, another article of clothing joined the growing pile to the side of the bed. It left Jordan naked except for her black panties.
Then, in an action that had Natalie’s heart jumping up into her throat, she shimmied back up Natalie’s thighs, then pressed her pussy into Natalie’s cock. Two layers of clothing or not, the action still thrilled through her, and she groaned as she grabbed Jordan’s hips and pressed her down harder, wanting more pressure—for her pussy to rub against her shaft with even firmer motions.
“Like I said, we’re celebrating,” Jordan said, amused—and shivering with her own pleasure. “So, I’m thinking, why not a little more fun than usual?”